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Literature, PoetryFebruary 23, 2017

Refugee Child

Untitled, by Syed Hassan Pasha. Image courtesy of the artist.

Old words translate
into new words
like stars that fit

into his night brain
each word is a star
lighting the new world

its light hanging
in the mind muddled
by murky depths

that swallowed
some of him
in its angry mouth

he is a blue child
who came out of the sea
in an orange dream

he looks around for ghosts
that followed him
through hell fire and deluge

he translates the moon
Qamar – the drowned face
hanging in the sky

he mutters prayers
for his helplessness
his sin of survival

he has a dark face
like the moon
the one he hides.

~ Usha Kishore

Usha Kishore is an Indian born British poet resident on the Isle of Man, where she teaches English at the Queen Elizabeth II High School. Her poetry has been featured in international magazines including Aesthetica, The Frogmore Papers, Index on Censorship, The Stinging Fly, Poetry Salzburg Review, Bare Fiction Magazine, The Missing Slate and Asia Literary Review and anthologised by Macmillan, Hodder Wayland and Oxford University Press. Her work won the Exiled Writers Ink Poetry Competition in 2014 and the Pre-Raphaelite Poetry Prize in 2013. Her third poetry collection is scheduled for Autumn 2017 from Eyewear Publishing, London.

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One last love letter...

April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

Farewell, fam! It’s been quite a ride.

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